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Apeksha Ranjan Oct 2024
We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.

-apeksha ranjan

But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
e Oct 2024
the bad thing about writers is that they get so used to writing down their thoughts and feelings into their work that they often forget that its okay to reach out to others and to receive help, they think writing it down will wash away their problems, it doesnt because the waves of problems do wash back up, they just dont notice it and thats what makes it hard, even their own writings can destroy a writer
Roselyn Oct 2024
I give advice with steady grace,
A calming smile, a patient face.
I tell you things you need to know,
To lift you up when you're feeling low.

I say, "Stay strong, you’ll make it through,"
"Don't give up, there's light for you."
But deep inside, where no one sees,
Those are the words I truly need.

I offer comfort, warm and kind,
To soothe your heart and ease your mind.
I tell you, “You’re enough, don’t fear,”
But how I wish someone were near,
To tell me the same, to ease my pain,
To whisper hope through pouring rain.

I say, "Take heart, you’re not alone,"
"Keep going strong, you’ve always grown."
But late at night, when I can't sleep,
I wish those words were mine to keep.

For every phrase, for every guide,
Is what I crave but can’t confide.
I lift you up, but silently,
I wish someone would do that for me.

You see my strength, you see me there,
Always someone who seems to care.
But the truth is, I’m barely whole,
My words are bandages for my soul.

I’ve built a wall, I’ve played my part,
Yet no one sees my breaking heart.
I heal the wounds of those I love,
But never speak what I dream of.

So every time I say, "Be brave,"
I'm longing for the love I gave.
For in the wisdom that I share,
Is a voice that whispers, "I'm still scared."

I guide you through, I help you fight,
But in the dark, I lose my light.
And though I’m strong for everyone,
I’m still waiting for someone to come.

To give me back the words I give,
To remind me why it's good to live.
To lift me up when I can't stand,
To hold me tight and understand.

But until then, I’ll carry on,
Be strong for you, even when I'm gone.
For even if I break inside,
I’ll never let you see me hide.

I'll be the voice that clears your doubt,
Even as mine is drowning out.
And maybe, one day, I’ll believe
The words I speak, the love I need.
Ophelia R Brown Sep 2024
Red
my wrists are red
and my mind has gone blue
clinging to brief release so sweet
as my vision blurs with a dark hue
Aimée Sep 2024
Look through the shelves,
Peer through the pages,
Do you like the one that's shiny?
Or the one that's faded?
The shiny ones covered in plastic,
But the other one's not,
Which one do you prefer,
Which book do you like a lot?
Do you like the one with perfect paragraphs,
With not one mistake,
With a shiny cover & reviews that are fake?
Or do you like the one that's mysterious,
That's got chapters of things,
It has many flaws,
Wanna see what it brings?
The one that is shiny,
Was bought many times,
But the story itself,
Wasn't good from the very first line.
The other book that's left there,
That's left at the back of the shelf,
Holds quite a story than anything else.
All you have to do is give it a chance,
And don't judge the cover because the inside could put you in a trance,
Usually the one that is popular is plastic and fake,
But the one that is real shows their flaws and mistakes.
Aimée Sep 2024
You hide behind your 'nice' disguise,
But in your eyes,
I see you despise,
You criticise with your replies,
When heald accountable,
You make denies,
I recognise that it satisfies ,
And you never want to apologise,
Put me down,
It makes you thrive,
But it makes me laugh how you think I'm not wise.
I can see right through,
& hear your lies,
Yes I can, so don't think twice,
All you want to do is deprive,
Me from having a happy life.
This is inspired by certain people who were nice to my face, but I know deep down spoke behind my back.
Aimée Sep 2024
Why
Why don't you do this?
Why don't you do that?
Why do you dress in those?
I don't like that hat
Why don't you have a degree?
Mary down the road has one
Why don't you work?
Awwww you must be dumb.
Why don't you talk more?
You're just too quiet,
Why don't you stand up?
No! Sit down and be silent.
I looked at them straight,
dead in the eyes,
Why don't you shut up
& lemme eat my Mcfricken fries!
Ashley Er Sep 2024
Smiling for the screen,
a mask I wear.
Inside,
I hide a truth laid bare.
Lost in the tide
of countless eyes,
A crowded world
Blind to my cries.
The real me,
hidden from the frame,
A soul unseen,
though I look the same.
Aimée Sep 2024
There once stood a rose,
So beautiful & red,
the petals soft and luminous,
Not one leaf it had shed.
It stood proudly in the ground,
It's roots grew deep & strong,
Until one cold day,
a storm came along.
The gusts tried to knock it,
It heald on for dear life,
But petals started to break away,
Scattered, none in sight.
It started to change,
Rain fell from the skies,
And from the stalk suddenly,
Thorns grew from its sides,
It wasn't the same anymore,
Didn't really trust,
So any time the sun shines,
It still waits for another gust.
Aimée Sep 2024
You ever feel so stressed,
Where right inside feels so compressed,
And you feel like a mess,
And life feels like a test,
And you can't just leave the nest,
And you always feel depressed,
But it just means 'deep rest'
And with online, you become obsessed,
With perfect lives, & it's a pest,
Telling you just how to dress,
But I guess, the algorithm won't take a ****** rest.
Telling you exactly how to look,
Be like the ones on magazines & books,
Go ahead & have a look,
Be like 'Brittney *****' or Brooke,
All the happiness it has took,
Aim for perfection, skinnyness and looks,
You don't wanna end up lookin like that lad captain hook,
Drinking all his gold away in his hideout & nook.
No one cares unless you got luck, money, confidence & bucks,
If you're suffering, "oh that *****"
They push you straight into the muck,
Their the hockey stick & you're the puck,
It can feel like you're really stuck,
But when you are struggling,
You'll see the ones who actually don't & do truly give a ****.
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